Después de ser devorada por el dragón de su propio hermano, Rhaenyra Targaryen despierta en el pasado, justo en el momento en que su esposo Laenor abandona sus deberes para huir con su amante. Con el recuerdo fresco de su muerte, la traición de Daemon y la pérdida de sus hijos, Rhaenyra jura no repetir los mismos errores. la heredera al Trono de Hierro buscará alianzas que nunca antes consideró. Entre ellas, un nombre resurge de su memoria: Lord Forrest Frey, el hombre que en el pasado rechazó casarse con ella, pero que ahora podría convertirse en su única esperanza para enfrentar la usurpación de los Verdes. Con el fuego de la venganza ardiendo en su corazón, Rhaenyra deberá elegir entre la confianza y la traición, la guerra y la supervivencia, mientras lucha por asegurar un futuro donde su familia no vuelva a ser consumida por las llamas.

In a world where magic and politics collide, fate weaves an intricate tapestry connecting two souls across realms. Harriet Lilian Potter, the savior of the wizarding world, meets her end after vanquishing the Dark Lord. Yet, death has other plans. Reborn as Valaerys Lyra Targaryen, daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, she navigates the treacherous lands of Westeros, her unique heritage and magical prowess setting her apart. As the true master of death, her journey intertwines destiny with the fate of kingdoms, where alliances are fragile and secrets hold the power to shape thrones. And maybe find love along the way... anything other than my original character and her storyline does not belong to me.

After enduring a loveless marriage for many years, the Rogue Prince was believed to be incapable of fathering a child with his Bronze Bitch. However, a miraculous event shatters this notion with the birth of Vhaela Targaryen. Raised in the confines of Runestone, she remains oblivious to her father's existence until her mother's sudden demise thrusts her into a fateful encounter. Little do they know; this reunion sets off a dangerous series of events as a formidable player enters the scene for the impending dance of the dragons. "The flames of desire rekindle in the embers of love." - Anthony T. Hincks (aemond targaryen x oc targaryen) © 2023 | ItsMeSyd Cover by Selyxe

Raised in the Red Keep as the King's ward, Rhea Celtigar, driven by legacy and honour, fights to restore the former glory of her House. But as the Dance of Dragon emerges, loyalties shift and love demands sacrifices. Aemond x Celtigar!OC i don't own any of the characters, except my OC, nor do i own any of the pictures, gifs & images unless it states otherwise 🤍

Sierra Targaryen, Rider of meraxes, the story of her and her husband Daemon Targaryen, putting their niece , Princess Rhaenyra, on the Iron Throne.

Donde una mujer del mundo real despierta en el cuerpo de la reina Alicent Hightower.

Vaera Targaryen was madly in love, had wonderful children, a husband that stayed far away with his mistresses at Casterly rock and a man that she loved that fathered her children and fell asleep with her every night. It was perfect until Alicent and her pet, Larys had Harwin murdered. Vaera decided to be drastic and Aegon was too happy to help. 🐉 "You're not gone. You can't be gone. Don't leave me alone like this." 🔥 Alternate ending/storyline to Illicit Affairs please read Illicit affairs first! ⚔️ All explicit and otherwise intimate relations are done by consenting fictional adults above 18. The world of Vaera! Illicit affairs / Harwin / Criston The joker and the queen / Daemon / Harwin Most characters belong to Grrm

"Is this some kind of joke?" I whispered in shock, my voice trembling as I stared at the reflection in the ornate mirror before me. Well, her mirror. The polished silver showed a face I knew all too well-just not my own. Pale skin, a cascade of silver-gold hair, and violet eyes that could only belong to one person. "Who the hell did I piss off to become her? The Black Queen?" My words were almost a growl as I gripped the edges of the vanity, the cold metal biting into my fingers. That's right. One moment, I was just me, heading home after another long day, and the next... a car came out of nowhere. I don't even remember the impact, not really. It was too fast. No flashes of light, no angelic choirs-just darkness. And then I was here. The next thing I knew, a maid was shaking me awake, her voice trembling with reverence as she called me Princess Rhaenyra. Yeah. That Rhaenyra. The Black Queen herself. The one and only Maegor with tits.